Street office where the wind lives

The so-called bureaucracy means that more effort is put into calming things down than doing justice.

In front of the "Regulations on Rewarding Martyrs", even sacrifices are divided into grades and grades. Even the national heroes who quelled the rebel army are at most considered outside the system with outstanding contributions. There is no five social insurance and one housing fund.As for those small characters who don't have merit medals on their shoulders, they are not worth mentioning. At most, they will leave a lunch box when they leave the scene.

Chasing a martyr?Write your own eulogy to commemorate it.

"Although Song Foshou committed the crime of theft, since the circumstances are minor and he himself has a documented history of mental illness, he will not be held criminally responsible."

Nie Yiming wrote such a sentence in the case closing record, which turned an old case that had not had time to report it.

Song Bergamot did not need to eat in prison, but ideological education still had to be done, and this arduous task fell on the head of Director Wei.

Director Wei has a good appearance and a good temper. He is a mascot loved by all the towns and cities. He sneezed at the end of the street, and people were busy delivering papers until the end of the street.

Relying on his good popularity, the news that he waved his hand and put it down received a lot of responses.

"Who's shop needs to recruit workers? I have a middle-aged laborer here. I work more and eat less. If you can't buy it, you will lose money. If you buy it, you won't be fooled. Come quickly if you need it."

The boss who came to dignify people leveled the threshold of the office. In the end, Director Wei personally chose a clean and decent job for Song Foshou—going to the community hospital to help the barefoot doctor. Medicine, very relaxing.

Song bergamot was grateful for his kindness, and he gladly accepted the kindness. He put on a white coat and took office the next day. Anyway, he was a penniless bachelor. of.

Before leaving, he turned his head three times a step at a time, stared at Wei Nanfeng eagerly, staring at Director Xiao Wei on pins and needles, and replied in a loud voice: "I remember it."

"Ah," Wei Nanfeng rubbed his brows tiredly, took out Gionee Voice King, and scrolled through the address book for three or four times, finally found out Han Zhuan's number, and dealing with funeral parlors every day or two, he was still young The illusion of premature decline.

"Hey, Xiao Han, I have to trouble you again this time, just the one from last time..."

Han Zhuan's efficiency is so high that he can compete with Wei Nanfeng as a model worker.Two days later, during the peak hours of get off work, Han’s funeral director twirled and jumped among the elders and grandparents with a shiny black urn on his back, and personally escorted Yao Jiantan’s ashes back to Wuyi Road. He did not drive the funeral car this time. Act very low-key.The man who had been lying alone in the funeral home for 15 years was sent home safely.

After receiving the urn, Song Bergshou's decent face was full of excitement, mixed with the joy of being lost and regained and the sadness of being wronged once. He grabbed the cuffs and wiped the top of the box over and over again, trying to wipe off the 15 years of dust covering the top of the box. Undissolved haze.

The evening wind was blowing, he was standing on the street of Wuyi Road, shuttled by bustling pedestrians, a father and son happened to pass him by.

The man was in his early forties, still wearing a suit that he hadn't changed in time, walking in a hurry, holding his son in one hand, and carrying a schoolbag and briefcase in the other.

Older sons are always spoiled, even if they are exhausted at work during the day, at six o'clock in the evening, they will still wait outside the school gate to pick up their sons from school.

Song bergamot watched the backs of the two, saw them stop in front of the fried chicken stall, and then went to a small stall in front of them to drink bowls of tofu curds. One big and one small curled up on the pony tie, saying, "Hanging on the hook for 100 years, Whoever informs is a puppy." Song Foshou thought, maybe he felt a little sorry for his wife's cooking skills, and the father had to take his son outside for a toothbrush.

He wanted to laugh at first, but his chest was inexplicably stuffy, and his heart twitched violently.

If that accident hadn't happened, Yao Jiantan would have gotten married and had children by now. He has such a good temper, so he must be a kind father. When he was young, he could sneak away. In order to prevent his wife from discovering that he was stealing snacks with his children, the father and son would drink a bowl of bean curd head to head. He would leave all the soybeans for his son, and then the shop owner couldn’t stand it anymore, so he scooped up a big spoonful. Cover them in bowls.

How great.

"However, in the adult world, there are no adults who are favored by others, and there is no life that can be passed by with one's head bowed, no marriage without danger, ... and no friends who have the best physical strength when they are young, and will never die. "

In the past 15 years, Song Bergamot told himself countless times that he should let go, but there was always a small hole in his heart, and whenever he felt emotional, it would hurt.

It's hard to understand.

After today, I will really let go.

"I know this life is as short as dew, but, however..."

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The calm days are fleeting, and in a blink of an eye, winter is coming.

The residents of Wuyi Road also seem to have the habit of hibernating. Since the beginning of winter, almost no one has been a demon anymore. All the ladies in the boudoir are upper body, and the door does not leave the door.

Wei Nan was leisurely and happy, dragging Luan Zhou to tidy up the small warehouse two days ago, and cleared out a lot of "old antiques" with old sesame seeds and rotten millet.

Luan Zhou didn't know much about the term "small warehouse" at the beginning. Children who grew up in high-rise apartments didn't know that in addition to the garage, each person in the community also had a small bungalow, which could be used to store sundries.

On the large open space behind the family courtyard, there are two rows of small warehouses, each of which is less than one square meter in size, and a fart can hit the heel.

The four walls are rough, and the ceiling is covered with a thick layer of cobwebs, like a large airtight mosquito net.

Luan Zhou stepped in with a stern expression. He wiped a handful of old ashes casually, pinching his nose with one hand, and holding up the broom with the other, vowing to be irreconcilable with this miniature Pansi Cave.

"Cough cough... cough," the ashes from the spider's web choked into his throat, and Luan Zhou coughed in the dark, "Why do you keep this small warehouse? Is it used to hide shared bicycles?"

Wei Nanfeng: "..."

In fact, he originally wanted to move out the little sun (which looks like an electric fan, a heating appliance) and put it in Luan Zhou's hut to keep him warm.

When the small courtyard was built, it was not planned to be used by people in the future. Not only did it not install heating, Director Xiao Wei even saved the need for pipes. Now if you want to install air conditioning, it will not be possible for a while.

A burdened boy like Luan Zhou who cares about demeanor but not temperature, and who refuses to wear long johns in winter, if you just give him a hand warmer for him to carry, he can jump into the sea with his arms in no time.

So Wei Nanfeng thought about it, and let the little sun who had retired to the second line for many years come out to use his residual heat, and warm the cold four claws for the little comrade when he was away.

Little Sun really deserves to be called Little Sun. It still shines brightly after being idle for many years. In the past, Wei Nanfeng threw his socks into the small warehouse to eat ashes because he always burned his socks. Roast all kinds of dry goods.

One afternoon, Director Xiao Wei held a copy of "The World of China" and leaned against the head of the bed, while worrying about the country and the people, while taking care of his life, the smell of roasted peanuts wafted through the room, making people drowsy.

A burst of hurried footsteps stepped into the house from far to near, and Luan Zhou skipped across the threshold, bringing in a ray of cold air that wasn't too harsh, but blowing away the drowsiness.

Wei Nanfeng raised his eyes and saw that Luan Zhou was rarely wearing a milk tea-colored down jacket today. He moved like a big white bear with agility, rolled over, pulled him up and shouted like offering treasures: "Come on! Come and see! Fat orange man Children!"

Wei Nanfeng reacted on the spot for a long time before he understood who the "fat orange" he was talking about was and what the "child" was.

"The wild cat that has been fed for so many years is actually a female?" Wei Nanfeng quickly digested the news, let Luan Zhou pull him out of the house, and put his hand in his pocket halfway to cover it: "Why is it so cold? ?”

Luan Zhou shook his head nonchalantly, "Who knows?" He seemed to experience the birth of a new life up close for the first time. It was extremely novel, his eyes were full of Fat Ju and her cubs, and he felt that his nerves were dead up.Making a nest for the kittens and feeding them, I am very busy, like a novice dad reserve.

Wei Nanfeng stood quietly by the side, seeing him busy, helping him from time to time, his eyes wandering around him presumptuously, and he felt a sense of satisfaction. In the past six months, the little comrade seemed to have become more and more humane.

Luan Zhou didn't realize it just now when he was bouncing around outside, but when he stopped and sat inside, he felt cold after a while.The coat was wet from dripping water from the eaves, and it was being roasted on the fire, and it would definitely not be possible to wear it again in a while.

He pretended to be reserved for a while, and then stretched his claws towards Wei Nanfeng's bed.Director Xiaowei is currently "confinement" for Fat Ju outside - he built a simple nest out of cardboard boxes, searched a few cushions from the office, and spread out a Simmons soft bed.

Holding up the kitten that was not as big as a palm, Wei Nanfeng took a deep breath, "Ah~ Sucking cats makes people happy."

After smoking the small one, Wei Nanfeng was so happy that he returned the kitten to Fat Ju, who lost control of his body after giving birth, and was going to go back to the house to suck the big white bear.

When Director Xiao Wei came back covered in wind and snow, he saw Luan Zhou's jade body stretched across the bed in a "big" shape.

His brain was almost boiling: ...

cute, miss ri

In a daze, Luan Zhou felt that someone was "gnawing" on him, that's right, it was "gnawing"!

No one can still travel to "Hannibal" after a nap.

Feeling strongly suppressed while half asleep and half awake, Luan Zhou suspected that he had encountered a "ghost press", and tried to move a few times, but in exchange for a round of more intense and more detailed licking/licking, gnawing/biting.

"..." This ghost must have starved to death.

In the chaos, the dense kiss went all the way down from the forehead, traced on the chin for a moment, and finally landed on the protrusion/protrusion of the throat. The tip of the hot tongue licked lightly, as if igniting a fire in the mountains, burning more and more vigorously , Dispelled the cold, provoked a shiver.

"Ah~"

Luan Zhou clenched his quilt tightly, indulged in the pleasure/sensation of the dream and refused to wake up, so he simply pretended to be dead: Whatever, letitgo~

Gradually, he discovered that this "little teacup" gentleman's method of killing/dividing/dead bodies was unusually gentle, and full of... passion/desire?

He seemed to be making a plate of exquisite warship sushi. Luan Zhou was the sliced ​​salmon meat, lying on the cutting board with his legs upside down (don't ask me why it's five legs), and was being rubbed round and flattened.

Excited, Wei Nanfeng tore off the tie on the hanger, and tied a crooked bow on the salmon fillet. The sliced ​​meat floated up and down among the flattened rice grains with his movements, and curled into any shape he liked. The carrot sticks are deep/deep/inserted/into the soft/meat, getting tighter and tighter.

The salmon meat was slightly reddish, lying softly on the rice balls, wrapped in carrot sticks, rolled on the chopping board several times, the oozing juice permeated the rice grains, and finally, a pinch of caviar was sprinkled on it.

A steaming dish of gunkan sushi with caviar is ready to serve.

The author has something to say: Note: However, in the adult world, there is no adult who is favored by others, and there is no life that can be passed by bowing your head. Friends who never die.From the movie "Sunshine Sisters Amoy"

I know this life is as short as dew, but, however... It comes from the Japanese haiku poet Kobayashi Issa. The author's wife and four children died successively. This poem was written when the last youngest daughter died.

"Little Teacup" is the nickname of the hero of the movie "Hannibal"